Chapter 35

BPOV

Every time we're together like this it's better than the last.

Naked as the day we were born and connected in every way possible.

It's perfection in its rarest form and I wonder why we ever leave the safety of my childhood bedroom.

Did you notice that we hold hands constantly, sweetheart? Even when we make love, our fingers are linked together.

Has it really only been a day, Edward?

How can this feeling only be twenty four hours old?

You gasp into my mouth as we fall over the edge again.

Like I said, better than the one before.